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entrancelogs2016-12-15 10:24 pm
vitaelamorte) wrote in entrancelogs2016-12-15 10:24 pm
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- a song of ice and fire: arya stark,
- blindspot: jane doe,
- blindspot: kurt weller,
- blindspot: sarah weller,
- dangan ronpa: ryoko otonashi,
- dragon age: anders,
- dragon age: cullen rutherford,
- estancia: kay,
- from dusk till dawn: kate fuller,
- fullmetal alchemist: edward elric,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- harry potter: james potter,
- harry potter: sirius black,
- hatoful boyfriend: nageki fujishiro,
- innocence: beckett warner,
- jjba: jolyne kujo,
- life is strange: max caulfield,
- lost girl: kenzi malikov,
- marble hornets: tim,
- marvel: bucky barnes,
- marvel: daisy johnson (skye),
- marvel: jemma simmons,
- marvel: rocket,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- ouat: henry mills,
- ouat: zelena,
- over the garden wall: greg,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- penny dreadful: victor frankenstein,
- persona 3: arisato minato,
- persona 4: seta souji,
- steven universe: peridot,
- stranger things: dustin henderson,
- supernatural: sam winchester,
- the flash: barry allen,
- the flash: cisco ramon,
- the last of us: ellie,
- the last of us: joel,
- the mummy: evelyn carnahan,
- the picture of dorian gray: dorian gray,
- the vampire diaries: damon salvatore,
- the vampire diaries: elena gilbert,
- the vampire diaries: katherine pierce,
- the vampire diaries: rebekah mikaelson,
- the vampire diaries: stefan salvatore,
- tokyo ghoul: kaneki ken,
- undertale: alphys,
- undertale: chara,
- undertale: frisk,
- undertale: mettaton,
- undertale: sans,
- vampire academy: rose hathaway
I'm Dreaming of a White Ewaymas | OPEN
Who: EVERYONE
Where: Your dreams!
When: December 15th - December 25th, whenever a character is asleep.
Rating: PG-13 (Warn if Higher)
Summary: A catch-all for everyone's mysterious alternate Wonderland dreams!
The Story:
At first, it will seem like the decorations are the only change for the season. The days will proceed as usual. No other holiday magic to be seen. But when night falls and everyone is nestled, all snug in their beds, they will not have their usual dreams. Instead they will "wake up" in an alternate version of Wonderland - one where those white decorations are displayed on top of white walls, white furniture, white everything in the common areas of the mansion. Even when the holidays are over, this mansion would go back to a mostly white color palette. There are others in this pale place, your friends and loved ones, but something is not right. They are all nice enough and everyone seems content, but it will become apparent the more you speak to them - they do not remember anything outside of Wonderland. None of them do.
This alternate dream Wonderland is free for you to explore, and will be mostly the same as the one in the waking world, aside from the excessively white decorations. ALl of your belongings are there, all of your familiar locations are there, but there is just one room that is different. Deep in the basement, there is a room with the white Queen's symbol on the door. When asked about it, the people of the dream will say that it is always locked, and many of them are content to let their Queen have her privacy, after all that she has given them. Some might be more concerned, but either way the door is always locked.
Except when the person having the dream tries the door. It will open for them. And inside that mysterious (and evidently very large) room is row after row after row of jars, all faintly glowing in different colors.
Upon inspection, each jar is labeled with the name of someone in Wonderland and a series of numbers and letters. They are labelled by number and not name, but each person has hundreds of jars in this room. The dreamer might even see their own name mixed in among the thousands. They might want to take a jar, and if they do an alarm will go off to alert Her Majesty that she has been robbed. They will only be able to reason take one jar - the first one they pick up. The door will slam shut behind them and every time they try the door after that, it will be locked. No magic or lock-picking will open it.
If they take a jar with someone else's name on it and give it to that person, and that person opens it, that colorful glow will rise up and sink into them and they will regain one random memory from home. If they open a jar with their own name, they will remember a memory so vividly it is as though they're reliving it (since they already have all their memories) and if they open a jar with someone else's name it will drift off to go find its owner, and restore that memory to them.
EACH THREAD IS ONE PERSON'S DREAM-CATCHALL FOR THE WHOLE EVENT and the content will differ slightly from dreamer to dreamer based on what they do in their dreams (so just because someone has a memory restored in Character A's dream does NOT mean it is restored in EVERYONE'S dreams). Prose or [Action brackets] are fine and if you have any other questions or need to plot more with this new information, head over to the plot post!
Where: Your dreams!
When: December 15th - December 25th, whenever a character is asleep.
Rating: PG-13 (Warn if Higher)
Summary: A catch-all for everyone's mysterious alternate Wonderland dreams!
The Story:
At first, it will seem like the decorations are the only change for the season. The days will proceed as usual. No other holiday magic to be seen. But when night falls and everyone is nestled, all snug in their beds, they will not have their usual dreams. Instead they will "wake up" in an alternate version of Wonderland - one where those white decorations are displayed on top of white walls, white furniture, white everything in the common areas of the mansion. Even when the holidays are over, this mansion would go back to a mostly white color palette. There are others in this pale place, your friends and loved ones, but something is not right. They are all nice enough and everyone seems content, but it will become apparent the more you speak to them - they do not remember anything outside of Wonderland. None of them do.
This alternate dream Wonderland is free for you to explore, and will be mostly the same as the one in the waking world, aside from the excessively white decorations. ALl of your belongings are there, all of your familiar locations are there, but there is just one room that is different. Deep in the basement, there is a room with the white Queen's symbol on the door. When asked about it, the people of the dream will say that it is always locked, and many of them are content to let their Queen have her privacy, after all that she has given them. Some might be more concerned, but either way the door is always locked.
Except when the person having the dream tries the door. It will open for them. And inside that mysterious (and evidently very large) room is row after row after row of jars, all faintly glowing in different colors.
Upon inspection, each jar is labeled with the name of someone in Wonderland and a series of numbers and letters. They are labelled by number and not name, but each person has hundreds of jars in this room. The dreamer might even see their own name mixed in among the thousands. They might want to take a jar, and if they do an alarm will go off to alert Her Majesty that she has been robbed. They will only be able to reason take one jar - the first one they pick up. The door will slam shut behind them and every time they try the door after that, it will be locked. No magic or lock-picking will open it.
If they take a jar with someone else's name on it and give it to that person, and that person opens it, that colorful glow will rise up and sink into them and they will regain one random memory from home. If they open a jar with their own name, they will remember a memory so vividly it is as though they're reliving it (since they already have all their memories) and if they open a jar with someone else's name it will drift off to go find its owner, and restore that memory to them.
EACH THREAD IS ONE PERSON'S DREAM-CATCHALL FOR THE WHOLE EVENT and the content will differ slightly from dreamer to dreamer based on what they do in their dreams (so just because someone has a memory restored in Character A's dream does NOT mean it is restored in EVERYONE'S dreams). Prose or [Action brackets] are fine and if you have any other questions or need to plot more with this new information, head over to the plot post!
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"Please just...just talk to someone." Their hand fists into the fabric of their jacket, pulling at the loose cloth and bunching it into a wad in their palm. "It doesn't matter who. I just want you..."
And stop. It's not just about want. Halt, stutter.
Continue, softly, the words quiet and hurt.
"I hope you feel better."
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"Nobody will understand." Frisk can't comprehend it, so how could anyone else possibly have a chance of grasping their problem? Nobody else in this entire world can relate to an experience like this. Chara is the only one who stands out, who doesn't fit into this world, is jarring and off and like a piece for the wrong puzzle entirely being forcefully crammed into a jigsaw.
This is... this is just like the surface.
"No matter how many times I say I want my Frisk back, nobody will hear me."
Did Frisk... succeed? Did they slip away, make it to the core? Are they gone forever, replaced by that better Frisk, by the angel they showed Chara they truly wanted? Now there's no more... there's no more thermos of honey and ginger tea and stories about Orpheus. No more Chihiro and Haku and recovering the true name. There's no more list of things that cheer Chara up and no more birthday. No more juice boxes and sleep deprivation and ugly diner tile and trying to articulate the feeling of reading a story that made you feel comprehensible for the first time, like someone out there in this lonely vast world knew what it was like to feel like you did. No more ukulele chords and jokes about screamo. Those lovingly-filled blanks haven't just been erased or scribbled out. They've been torn away completely, and now they'll never be filled again. They won't... they won't find those answers anywhere.
There is nothing around their wrist anymore but old bandages. Hasn't been for months. They remind themselves to be good, to grip the sleeve and not the skin. May as well pretend their hand doesn't exist at all if there's no simple wooden heart, paint already starting to rub off at the edges from the reassurance of fingers toying with it. There are no darker, warmer fingers to warm their cold, pallid grasp, to radiate life back into them, to fit perfectly like they were just - were made to meet each other someday.
They keep smiling. Like nothing is wrong at all.
"You can't understand how this feels."
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The words land with a heaviness of some sort of significance that is utterly, frustratingly lost on them. Like there's something important that they're missing, something about the words that should ring familiar. But they don't. They strike no chords, bring back no memories of old things spoken before.
Frisk plucks at the edges of their sleeve, and they find that for the first time, they're having difficulty meeting Chara's eyes. And they can't smile back, matching that strange curve of their lips that doesn't align with what they must be feeling, and they can't even set their expression in that stony stubbornness.
They're right. They...
They're right.
"...I guess I can't," Frisk says softly.
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That's fine. There are limits to what you can do today. They really can't do things that you wouldn't expect a human being to be capable of, things you aren't even sure that a god could pull off. They never expected it, because it would be unfair to expect it of any Frisk. Frisks have enough impossible expectations to wrestle with as it is.
"It may just be an event," Chara offers, still steadfastly looking away. "Those like to throw our perception of what is and is not real off-balance on a regular basis. Your Chara should be returned to you within a week." Provided this Frisk is even real. Maybe they'll just cease to exist entirely like other event-beings Wonderland has no use for.
Ha ha. How lucky.
"So... Please, Frisk, leave me alone. It's better if you just forget about me." They won't accomplish much by hanging around and worrying about something they can't even comprehend, let alone do anything about. That would be time much better spent enjoying the holiday, playing in the snow, calling Sans "uncle" and calling the Dreemurrs Mom and Dad. Much better spent being with the people who love them.
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It's like something's tearing up and over across their heart, seeing them like this. They're just resigned to this, and they won't let anyone help them. Or maybe they just feel like they can't be helped...
"I can't forget you," Frisk whispers. "I can't do that. You're my best friend."
But even with that...they can't possibly understand. They're not helping anyone like this. Chara's made that abundantly clear. There's nothing they can do, and the helplessness that worms its way up into their chest is too much to bear.
"But I'll..." They wrap their arms around their middle, averting their gaze. "I'll...leave you alone. And I'm - I'm sorry."